Red Dragon Emperor

While the monster army under the Red Dragon was stationed, in the distance, the brown-skinned wild boar army was marching towards the Triangle Plain.

Some orc wolf cavalry and wild boar cavalry opened the way on the grassland, followed by the main force of the walking wild boar, and the master priest, Berthasa, sat on a special horse cart in the middle of the team.

This special carriage looks like a plank built on four wheels, the seat is fixed on the plank, and a post supports a sunshade behind it.

The main material of the carriage is hard cypress wood. The thickness of the wooden strips is three times that of ordinary carriages. The joints are fixed with iron sheets and pulled by twenty carefully selected strong wild boars.

The reason why twenty wild boars are used as the power is not because of the grandeur, but because if the power is too small, it can't move the real heavyweight in the car.

As a heavyweight in various senses, Berthasha was fat but not stupid. She frowned and looked at the Harpy in the distant sky.

This is blatant surveillance!

But she could do nothing, the harpies were far away and flew high, magic, magic, and arrows couldn't reach them.

Berthasha felt a little bad, and waved to the wild boar cavalry who was not far behind her. This was her confidant, a high-ranking wild boar warrior—Uk, and Uk was also the army's wartime commander.

Uke, how far is it from the Triangle Plain?

About four hours to go.

Order the Cavalry Regiment to double the alert area.

Obey!

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On the other side, a few kilometers west of the triangular plain, flocks of cattle and sheep graze grass with their heads bowed. Not far away is a stretch of white tents. Barbarians and men and women shuttle back and forth between the tents, milking cows, slaughtering cattle and sheep, etc., a breath of life.

Different from the general malnourished natives of the Northland, these barbarians are tall and strong, with rosy complexions, and they wear the characteristic fur clothing of the barbarian clan. It is not beautiful, but the leather is durable.

In addition, every barbarian male has a machete hanging on his waist belt. They are members of the Frostaxe clan, one of the eight barbarian tribes.

Barbarians, also known as northern barbarians, are a nation on horseback.

Similar to centaurs, barbarians are also nomads. Their main occupation is herding and their sideline is robbers, but barbarians are more dangerous than centaurs.

The harsh living environment in the Northland and the national culture of survival of the fittest have created a sturdy character of the barbarians. Although they are sturdy, they are not lacking in wisdom.

And there is also a very important point, the barbarians are very united, when facing a foreign race, even the barbarians of the hostile clan can temporarily put aside their personal grievances and unanimously speak out.

When force, wisdom, and unity are combined, the dominant race of the northern prairie is born.

In the large tent in the center of the tent, the chief of the Frostax barbarians—Yarman Frostaxe stood, with his hands on the table, staring at the map on the table, staring at the position of the Triangle Plain approaching the Mordo Peak Forest, where a town.

Your Excellency, the brown-skinned wild boar will surely be defeated. Do you want to send someone to remind them?

On the sheepskin rug, the man in black who sat silently by default touched the cold crystal ball in his hand, and said indifferently: No, let them see how powerful the evil dragon is, otherwise we have nothing to convince others.

After a pause, the black-robed emissary continued: But they are potential allies after all, so we can't let them lose too badly...

In the sky far away from where the Frostax barbarians were stationed, a harpy hid herself with magic. She was Luna Bloodfeather sent by José to monitor the Frostax barbarians.

Luna Bloodfeather stared at the barbarian camp in the distance, she didn't dare to get close, and she didn't even dare to reveal her existence.

Unlike other indigenous tribes that have no anti-air means, the barbarians have a tradition of training eagles, and the Frostaxe barbarian clan even has a ferocious prairie eagle that can fly with people.

For a mage who is about to enter a high level,

A ferocious prairie eagle is not enough to make her feel afraid, what she fears is the chieftain of the Frostaxe barbarians.

Luna Bloodfeather recalled the information given by the Red Dragon.

The Frostaxe barbarian clan, one of the eight major tribes of the barbarians, has a population of nearly 90,000. The chieftain—Yarman Frostaxe was a master-level peak fighter many years ago. Now he seems to have touched the legendary threshold and entered the half-step legendary stage. Except Besides Chief Frostaxe, there is another master fighter in the clan.

Looking at the herd of horses running on the grassland, Luna Blood Feather felt solemn.

No wonder the master wants me to monitor this place personally. This barbarian clan is indeed not simple.

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On the northern border of the Triangular Plain, two wolf cavalry who were also carrying out the mission of the realm met on the grassland, but one was the orc wolf cavalry, and the other was the wolf man wolf cavalry.

The wolves on both sides were also different. The orcs rode prairie wolves, while the gnolls rode forest wolves. In terms of size, the forest wolves were smaller than the prairie wolves, but they were more nimble, lightweight and durable.

The two sides looked at each other from a distance, their eyes met, and they both saw the killing intent in each other's eyes.

The flames of war are ignited.

The orcs hugged their companions tightly and hid behind the wolves. The wolves of the orc wolf cavalry were often fed from an early age, hunting together, fighting together, and growing up together.

The moment the orc lowered his body, the warg under his crotch moved, and he ran and sprinted with all four limbs, and the transition from the extreme stillness during the confrontation to the extreme movement of running at full speed was completed in an instant.

Gnoll wolf cavalry - Wabur stared at the rushing opponent, his adrenaline rushing and his heart beating faster.

According to common sense, when encountering a battle, a ferocious wolf man would rush forward without fear and fight the enemy to the death.

But Wabur didn't. He stretched his hands behind his back, and he carried a longbow and quiver with arrows on his back.

Standing out from dozens of gnolls to become a glorious wolf cavalry, what Waber relied on was not all force, but also the control of his own emotions.

According to what the mysterious master said: Pure bravery is not qualified to be a wolf cavalry!

Even though his body trembled with excitement at encountering the enemy, Wabur still remembered his training.

Centaurs, boar riders of wild boars, and wolf cavalry of orcs are all imaginary enemies trained by wolf cavalry, so even if they have never met before, he knows how to deal with the enemy in front of him.

In a simple collision of forces, jackals of the same level lose more than they win against orcs. Therefore, it is particularly important to use their own advantages and maximize their strengths to avoid weaknesses.

The moment his hand touched the longbow, his body trembling with excitement calmed down, and his gaze became sharp and calm like an eagle.

Professional training has worn away his irritability, made him more rational, and more importantly, let his muscles remember the reaction during war, making fighting an instinct.

A series of actions such as taking the arrow, winding the bow, drawing the bow and shooting are completed in an instant.

The arrow pierced through the air and shot straight at the running prairie wolf, but was knocked away by the orc with an axe, and his movements were smooth and flowing.

He fired again and was dodged by the enemy.

A battle-experienced orc veteran, or orc bandit.

Waber made a judgment, patted his sitting partner, and the Timberwolves sprinted.

He wanted to shorten the distance. The closer the distance, the shorter the flight time of the arrow, and the shorter the reaction time left for the orc veteran, the easier it was to succeed.

During this short sprint, he only had one chance to draw the bow and shoot, if he failed, the battle would enter a more dangerous hand-to-hand combat stage.

The grass on both sides quickly retreated. When the distance was ten meters, Wabur took aim, drew his bow, and shot. Then he threw away the bow and arrow without looking at it, and drew out the big knife at his waist.

He succeeded, and the arrow sank into the warg's neck before the orc could react.

The wolf who was running at high speed suddenly lost its strength, and his legs softened and he fell to the ground. The orc behind the wolf flew up under the action of potential energy.

Before landing, a knife flashed across the orc's neck.